Hero Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

Dreams! Where it holds,
If he die, the life likes
the broken-winged of a Peacock,
that shows of his silky feather
where it glitters in sun.
Hold! the dreams
for, when he vanish you.
Life, as a barren field
Flurry from snows,
Lord knows the way
Dreams of life, hard to follow;
Hold on!
the day will turn up
at time, you’ll find him
look inside, and you’ll finally see him
the last hero of life
there the hero lies in you.